Chapter 16: Trying to Cause Emotional Abnormalities Leads to Death.
[Ding! Little Fire Warriors, you have learned about the basic job system of this world. Upon advancing to level eleven, you can choose your desired job: Mage or Swordsman. There are also many other jobs to explore, such as Knight, Alchemist, Summoner, and crafting professions. All of these are trigger-based and require certain conditions to be met. Strive to become stronger so you can better assist our King!]
Upon hearing the notification sound, the players snapped out of their shock. "King's son is right," Yunmu replied, "mages are indeed fragile."
East was at a loss for words when faced with this exceptionally enthusiastic young player. "It's getting dark, and it's not safe outside. Would you like to come into the cellar with me?"
"Yes, what does everyone think?" Yunmu asked.
"I have something to do later, I'm afraid I'll have to log off." That was Suibianla.
Other little fire people also spoke up, and in the end, five little fire people remained: Yunmu, Meimei Bumei, Caidie, Buru Kao Digua, and Guaguagua.
East faced the five little firemen, "What are you going to do...?"
"Little King, we don't need you to worry about us, you should go and rest." Yunmu waved her little hand to shoo them away.
Easter found it both funny and frustrating. He hadn't learned his lesson from yesterday at all, but that was normal. As a player, you can come back to life after you die, and the pain isn't that intense, so you might as well just go all out.
After a moment's thought, I realized I didn't really need to worry about it too much. I appreciated their kindness, but I still instructed the system to keep an eye on things before returning to the cellar in the dim light.
The little ball of light flew out to illuminate the place for Easter. Easter looked around at the dwelling the little player had arranged for him. The floor was swept very clean, and there was a bed, a bedside table, and a wardrobe. There was also a vase with fresh flowers on the bedside table.
East walked towards the bed. He'd asked how it had been moved in. Turns out it was newly made. He touched the smooth, polished headboard, a little simple, a little rough. He sat on the bed; it was slightly uncomfortable. Leaning against the headboard, he looked at the old, blackened walls, closed his eyes briefly, but…
"System, I feel like I don't deserve their kindness." This wasn't the first time East had this thought. What did he have that made him worthy? What gave him the right? Wasn't this a blatant deception? Why was he so complacent before?
【But...but...】The system kept saying "but" for a long time, but couldn't come up with anything. It wanted to refute the host's words, but didn't know where to begin.
East rubbed his temples with his knuckles, a faint weariness on his brow. "System, is all this meaningful?" In a strange world, with a strange identity, doing things that were meaningless and disliked him, he couldn't find anything worth striving for. He had no ambition, his desires were weak, and he had nothing he couldn't have or was desperate for. He was just existing, drifting along without a direction or goal. At this moment, this boredom and meaninglessness reached its peak.
[Host, don't think about it, don't think too deeply about it, something's very wrong, extremely wrong.] The little ball of light flew frantically back and forth in front of East, making him dizzy.
East suppressed the churning thoughts in his mind, his expression far from pleasant. "Do you know why?" This wasn't like him. It was normal for him to be depressed, and it was normal for him to be self-deprecating with self-awareness, but this self-loathing to the point of world-weariness and obsession was very abnormal. He had always been a person who valued his life a lot. This was unlike him, not at all.
East clenched his fist, wishing his nails would dig into his flesh, hoping the pain would keep him from falling into that empty thought.
The system also wants to know what's going on. No matter how it tests, the results are all normal. The data is almost out of control, and it's obvious to anyone that something is wrong. You're still telling me everything is normal? I may not be very bright, but I'm not brainless.
From the system's silence, Easter got the answer. He pressed his temples. "It's nothing. Ultimately, it's because I can't control my emotions. I'll just be more careful in the future." It's funny, being a teacher requires a strong heart, especially when teaching high school students. The reason he was so easily influenced by emotions can be summarized in three points: First, he had let himself go and hadn't paid much attention; second, in a world whose underlying nature is somewhat abnormal, it's normal for him to be a little abnormal; third, and perhaps most importantly, this world doesn't feel very real to him. It's like a rootless duckweed, a kite without a string, drifting aimlessly. If he can get emotionally excited about this, he'll be even more suspicious that someone has tampered with his brain.
[Host, you are a very good person. Don't be so self-deprecating. What's this about being worthy or unworthy? To them, this is just a fun game. You could say we're just mutually benefiting.] The system sees the host as perfect in every way. How could there be such a good person as the host? It's a pity that a certain wicked pig got such a good deal (Areppo, who was chasing monsters, suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason). [Host, if you really feel sorry for them, then cheer up and provide them with an excellent gaming experience. Perhaps that would be a good choice.]
East grunted an "Mmm," got up from the bed, opened the mechanism to go down to the second floor, and let out a long breath. His expression was indifferent, detached, and devoid of joy or sorrow.
If the devil were to see Ist in this state, he would probably find it difficult to make that judgment again.
System, [...] From the moment you transmigrated to the wrong world, no, from the moment this scheme began, the host may become the biggest victim.
East washed up and went to bed early, allowing him to relax his mind and carefully consider the system's suggestion. To give a somewhat appropriate example, the game had already started; he couldn't just surrender before the battle even began, could he?
Moreover… East touched his empty wrist. Besides the players, there was another thing he couldn’t forget or ignore. His education and his own beliefs did not allow him to pretend nothing had happened. Even if the matter was debated and he was not the one in the wrong, he should still make things clear to people if he had the chance.
"I hope you can be a good person, have good character, be gentle, helpful, and responsible. Human nature is too complicated, so try to learn the good aspects."
East vaguely heard someone speaking in his ear. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't make it out no matter how hard he tried. Then he gradually drifted into a restless sleep.
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The five little fire people here have embarked on a path of self-destruction... a path of exploration, starting from in front of the little stone house and heading out of the village.
The butterfly was holding a simple bow and arrow, and had a quiver on its round back. The other four little fire figures were holding wooden sticks with sharpened ends, which looked quite impressive.
"Are we alright like this?" asked Ruobu Kaodigua, noting the significant difference in fighting strength between the two sides.
"It doesn't matter. If I die, I can log back in tomorrow. I need to see how big the gap is between me and the monsters before and after awakening," Meimei said. "Monsters are definitely monsters. If you want to level up, how can you not fight them?" This is a game, and the routines of games are all similar.
"Sweet Potato Bro, you need to be stronger to help that little king, right?" Guagua said mischievously.
"What? What?" Yunmu Doudou looked at Rumei Roasted Sweet Potato, "You... didn't notice either?"
Why not roast sweet potatoes? "..." Why did I even stay? I might as well log off.
"Wait," Yun Mu said sternly, raising her hand to stop everyone from moving forward.
The giggling little firemen became serious. They were now close to the village entrance, and the fairly bright moonlight allowed the five little firemen to clearly see the "thing" on the other side. They all paused for a moment. "This little thing is really unique in appearance," the croaking firemen said awkwardly.
It's no wonder they reacted this way. The creature that appeared not far from them was an indistinct white shadow with no visible arms or legs. Its head was roughly a vortex-like black hole, and white mist emanated from its body. It stood motionless not far away. At first glance, wow! It was quite frightening.
"Hmm...it doesn't look like something we can beat," he continued, still chattering away. He's the kind of person who gets more talkative the more scared and nervous he is. "We're also glad Liang Jingjing isn't here, otherwise who knows what would have happened?"
The five little firemen were startled by the incessant chatter in their ears and kept their eyes fixed on the white figure not far away. The white figure suddenly moved, and the five little firemen jumped back in fright.
"Aren't we supposed to be fighting monsters?" Ru Bu Kao Di Gua asked.
"Ahem." Mei Mei coughed awkwardly, unsure of what to say to this guy.
"How come this is different from the one I saw yesterday?" Yun Mu said indignantly. Yesterday's one could at least make out the outline of an animal, but today this happened. What's going on?
Fortunately, the white figure only moved once and then remained standing there blankly.
"Shall we try it?" Butterfly asked tentatively.
Meimei isn't unlucky; "I'll have to face it sooner or later, so I'll just give it a try."
"Go! You'll be back online after you die, a hero again!" Guagua Guagua charged forward, brandishing a wooden stick.
Yun Mu followed closely behind, delivering a blow to Bai Ying before she could even croak, and uttered a puzzled sound.
The remaining little fire-man's movements stopped. The mist dispersed from the spot where Yun Mu had stabbed him, and a long, thin white shadow formed a ball with a vortex-like black hole in the center, possessing a strange and captivating magic.
An arrow pierced the clouds and shot towards the black hole, hitting the bullseye perfectly, but it vanished into the black hole like a clay ox entering the sea.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~" It sounded like the wind passing through the cracks and holes in the stone, hollow and echoing, eerie and terrifying, like the wailing or laughing of ghosts.
White mist spread out from around Bai Tuantuan, enveloping and entwining the five little firemen. The moment they came into contact with the white mist, the clarity in their five beady eyes was replaced by chaos, and they walked into death in a daze.
The white mass reverted to a long, thin white shadow, remaining motionless in place. The blue and blood-red bars above its head were all question marks. The five little firemen had no reason to die.
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